Art Without Life Is A

No, No—there Are Depths, Depths! The More I Go Over It, The More I See In It, And The More I See In It, The More I Fear. I Don’t Know What I Don’t See—what I Don’t Fear!

The Only Reason For The Existence Of A Novel Is That It Does Attempt To Represent Life.

Art Is Nothing More Than The Shadow Of Humanity.

My Idea Is This, That When You Only Love A Little You're Naturally Not Jealous — Or Are Only Jealous Also A Little, So That It Doesn't Matter. But When You Love In A Deeper And Intenser Way, Then You're In The Very Same Proportion Jealous; Your Jealousy Has Intensity And, No Doubt, Ferocity.

I Hold Any Writer Sufficiently Justified Who Is Himself In Love With His Theme.